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How I discovered Bellydancing

Posted on 1/4/2013 by Oksana Whitsitt in Dancing Personal Stories

Dance is in my blood. It always was, it always will be...

I remember myself being a little girl, dancing in front of a mirror and dreaming that one day I would become one of the beautiful women shown on TV as ballroom dancers, wearing gorgeous gowns and moving so gracefully to the music.

And I did! I was working very hard with long hours of ballroom dance classes, going through a lot of drama, frustration and tears.  Ballroom dancing is a wonderful but also a very cruel world. But it didn't stop me from working harder and getting better.

Until the day I broke my ankle. This was the beginning of my worst nightmare coming true. I was in a cast and I lost my partner. You see, I grew up in Eastern Europe, and somehow we lack a male population...a lot! But, finding a man who loves to dance and wants to commit to it is almost impossible. So, you can imagine what happened while I was home bounded.

That was the end of my dream.....I thought I would never be able to experience the rush of adrenaline when your body and soul unite in the dance.

When I moved to the United States I had to adjust to a completely new way of life. What I mean is, everything in this country is different. Even the doors open to the opposite direction from the rest of the world. New food, new culture, new friends....

After I had my first baby, I wanted to get some kind of exercise to help me get back to shape. Regular gym routines are not for me. If it's boring, I will have a million reasons of not doing it. So, my husband found a belly dance class for me to attend. I had never ever tried it before, and I didn't know much about it. So, I decided to give it a try. It was 7 years ago and I never ever stopped dancing since.

I fell in love with belly dancing from my first class. It was challenging and confusing at first, but very rewarding at the end. But, as with all classes, that one came to the end. And when I asked my teacher, "What's next?" she said "there is no next". The place she was teaching at didn't want to continue her class and it ended. So, here we go again. I just founded something I enjoyed doing, and it was over. I was devastated!

And to my luck, my teacher had her own troupe at that time. She offered me to join them. That's how I became a part of The Gypsy Hips Sisterhood. I love dancing and I love my Gypsy Sisters.